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New Year's Eve by Micah Antony Mccray
It’s Dec. 31 New Years Eve. I’ve decided to go out tonight to a well known club that I occasionally frequent to bid farewell to the old year and welcome in the new. Decked out in one of my favorite Armani suits I arrive at the club at a little after ten p.m. The parking lot is packed, as I already knew it would be, so I drive up the block a little ways and stash my car in the parking lot of a rundown, shabby motel then walk the short distance back to the club. As I’m approaching the front entrance I can see that there is a line of people about a half mile long standing outside in the freezing cold anxiously awaiting admittance. Confidently, as if I own the place, I stroll up to the front of the line where I come face to face with Roscoe, the clubs six-foot-nine inch, three hundred and some odd pound Samoan gatekeeper. Quickly reaching into my pocket I pull out a wad of cash. I peel off a crisp C-note and slip it into one of his huge baseball mitt sized hands. He cuffs the offered bribe and lets me in ignoring the angry protests from several people waiting in line. Once inside I see the place is packed with a mixed-race crowd of attractive men and women all dressed to the nines. Not an ugly face in the whole joint as far as I can tell which attests to how selective Roscoe is being tonight. Everyone seems to be having a good time- dancing, drinking, talking and laughing boisterously; some already well past drunk compliments of the club’s well stocked bar. Feeling slighting left out, being that I seem to be the only person in the whole place stone cold sober, I head to the bar and order myself a drink. My poison for the night is rum and coke. I quickly drain the first glass then order up another. The second drink arrives with a neatly scrawled message, written on a napkin bearing the clubs logo, from the pretty Asian bartender who serves my drink. It’s an invitation. One that promises a wild night of no-holds-barred, ass spanking, toe curling, anything goes, hot and sweaty marathon sex. It’s a tempting offer that I don’t intend to accept. Without comment I shove the napkin into my pocket, pick up my drink and turn away from the bar leaving the girl hanging, wondering whether or not I intend to accept her invitation. I step away from the bar and start moving through the crowd, slowly, like a black panther on the prowl in search of prey. I soon spot a couple of high school friends and decide to stop and say hello. As we’re standing around, chopping it up and updating one another on what’s been going on in each others lives, an attractive brunette boldly saunters up to me, interrupting the conversation. She introduces herself then proceeds to inform me that she’s been watching me since I entered the club. She asks if I would like to accompany her to her place. It’s another tempting offer that I politely decline. She gives me her address anyway and tells me to come by if I decide to change my mind. I tell her that I might though I know I won’t. Like the Asian bartender she’s attractive enough but not really my type. Though my main reason for venturing out tonight is a serious need for a little sexual adventure, not just any woman with tits, ass and a slit between her legs will do. I have a very particular taste. Finding my glass once again empty I excuse myself, with promises to my friends to stay in touch and head back to the bar. At the bar I’ve just been handed my third drink of the night when I look up and lay eyes on the sexiest most beautiful woman that I have ever seen in my life. She’s on the other side of the club. She’s all alone. She’s dancing solo, seductively swaying her hips back and forth to the beat of an Alicia Keyes tune. Grabbing my drink I leave the bar and shoulder my way through the crowd, needing to get closer for a better unobstructed view of this fine Nubian Goddess. I stop advancing towards her when I’m still several feet away wanting to ogle her from afar for a few moments more. Leaning up against the wall, I sip on my glass of liquid courage and watch amused as she fends off unwanted advances from several men, black, white and hispanic alike as they bombard her with what I’m sure are lame ass pickup lines. I’m wondering where her man is. Surely she has a man. There’s no way a sister this fine can be single. I find myself envious of the man lucky enough to take this woman home and make love to her every night. Visions of this beautiful creature bucking and writhing wildly beneath me as I plunge my dick deeper and deeper inside of her jump into my head. As if she’s suddenly become aware of someone watching her she turns her head in my direction and looks right at me. She has this look on her face that makes me think that somehow she knows of the lustful thoughts that only seconds ago I’d been entertaining. I look away quickly, embarrassed at being caught fantasizing such x-rated thoughts about this woman. When I chance a quick glance her way again I’m shocked to see her advancing purposely towards me. Like the Red Sea the crowd is parting to make a path for her. Before I know it she’s standing right in front of me. A few awkward seconds pass as we stand there and silently stare into each others eyes. Wanting to break the ice I rack my brain for something clever and witty to say but I come up blank. Instead she’s the one who makes the next move by boldly taking my glass from my hand and guzzling down its contents. She then sets the empty glass down on a nearby table, smiles mischievously, then takes me by the hand and beckons me to follow her. Obediently and without hesitation I fall in step behind her eyes glued to her perfectly shaped round ass. As we pass through the crowd I notice that I’m getting angry and jealous looks from a few dudes who can’t seem to understand how I was able to do what they could not. With a smug look on my face I simply shrug my shoulders in a gloating gesture that say’s, “Hey don’t hate the player, hate the game,” then return my attention to the beautiful view in front of me as we continue on our way. Surprisingly I see that she is leading me upstairs to the VIP section of the club. It’s about twenty minutes until midnight and everyone is downstairs enjoying the party and waiting for the ball to drop. This dimly lit and vacant lounge will give us plenty of privacy which I realize, to my delight, is why she is taking me there. Once we have reached the farthest and darkest corner of the lounge she stops then turns around and faces me. I start to speak but she puts a finger to my lips to silence me. Grabbing me by the tie she pulls my mouth down to hers and kisses me so passionately my knees go weak and my insides turn to jelly. Acquiring a mind of their own my hands begin to explore her body, one fondling her breasts while the other massages her firm ass. I can feel her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her dress. Leaving her breasts one hand starts to travel down in search of that hidden treasure between her legs. Without warning she breaks our kiss and takes a step back away from me. I’m standing there confused. My heart is racing a mile a minute and I’m breathing heavily as if I’ve just finished running a 10K marathon. Her eyes travel down to the obvious bulge in my pants and she smiles pleased to see the effect she’s having on me. I take a step forward and reach for her but she swats my hands away and quickly side steps around me. I’m starting to get pissed thinking that maybe she’s one of those dick teasing women who get off on getting a brother all hard then walking away, leaving him with nothing but a hard dick and a bunch of empty promises. I’m just about to snap and cuss her ass out but I catch myself, the words dying in my throat, when I see her slowly begin taking off her dress. My dick getting harder and harder by the second, I watch as she performs an impromptu striptease, slowly lowering the straps of her dress then sliding the dress down over her shapely hips and letting it fall to the floor at her feet. The dress discarded she is now standing before me wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties and her high heel shoes, a sight that gets my dick so hard it’s threatening to bust right through my pants. Stepping forward she shoves me gently down onto the couch then reaches down, unzips my pants and frees my throbbing erection. Dropping to her knees she begins slowly stroking my dick up and down. I let out a loud groan when she takes the tip of my dick into her mouth and starts teasing me with her tongue. Continuing to stroke the length of my saliva coated shaft she swirls and rolls her tongue all around the head. Deciding to torture me some more she pulls me out of her mouth and starts circling the tip of my dick around her erect nipples as she gently squeezes my nuts. She’s driving me crazy! I can feel myself about to let go! I grab her and pull her up. Like a wild animal I rip off her panties, tearing them to shreds. I lift her up and help her straddle my lap. She grabs my reaches between her legs, grabs my dick and guides it into her waiting pussy. Slowly at first she begins to move. I caress her breasts and softly tweak her nipples as she grinds her hips back and forth easing more and more of my dick inside of her tight pussy. Downstairs the countdown has begun. “10…9…” We pick up the pace, moving with more urgency in a race against the clock. “8…7…” Stroke for stroke we’re matching each others speed. “6…5…” I lift up her legs and cradle them in the crooks of my arms. Clutching her firmly by the ass cheeks I rise up and scoot to the edge of the couch. “4…3…” Faster and faster, harder and harder I’m bouncing her up and down on my dick like a man possessed. With her head thrown back and her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, she’s hanging on for dear life. “2…1…” The floodgate opens up and I spew what feels like a gallon of hot, sticky semen deep into her pussy. My orgasm triggers hers and just as the crowd below us shout, “Happy New Year!!” she lets loose a warm, wet stream of her own love juice all over my dick and lap. Exhausted and spent we collapse on the couch and take some time to catch our breath. When our heart rates and our breathing are back to normal, we get up, fix our clothes and pull ourselves together both avoiding eye contact. Once dressed, she leads me back downstairs where without so much as a look or word between us we strike out in opposite directions.
I later make it home at about 12:45 a.m. Drunkenly I fumble the keys in the lock and stumble through the front door. My wife Naomi rushes out to greet me. “Kevin where the hell have you been and what took you so long to get home?!” she asks sternly. “I ran into some of my boys I haven’t seen in a while. We ended up kickin' it for a minute and had a couple of drinks “. “That’s messed up Kevin! I mean damn, here I am sitting up in here waiting for your ass to get home and you’re out with your boys getting drunk! What kind of shit is that?!” she asks getting madder by the minute. “My fault baby. We got to choppin it up and just lost track of time. I didn’t even realize how late it was”. “Well damn you could have at least called to let me know something!” “I know and I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I won’t let it happen again” I reply as I reach out for her.” Come here”. “Hell no! Get away from me!” she snaps. She folds her arms across her chest and turns her back to me, a clear sign of just how pissed off she is. “Come on girl don’t be like that” I say as I wrap my arms around her from behind. “I mean it Kevin! I’m really pissed at you!” she replies as she tries to wiggle free. I start planting soft kisses up and down the nape of her neck, her most sensitive spot, to break down her defenses. Soon I can feel her body start to relax and I know that it won’t be long before she completely gives in. She never can stay mad at me for long. Not being able to hold out any longer she turns around and kisses me deeply. “Does this mean that you forgive me” I ask after we come up for air. “Maybe. First show me how sorry you are” she says with a wicked smile, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. “I can’t baby” I tell her pulling my hand away. “Why not?” she asks pouting like a four year old. “You wore my ass out at the club. I ain’t got nothing left.” “Oh yeah. We’ll just have to see about that” she replies as she takes a step back. She pulls down her dress, wiggles out of it and lets it fall to the floor. My breathing becomes shallow and my heartbeat quickens at the sight of her naked body. She is indeed the sexiest most beautiful woman that I have ever seen in my life. “Now what was that you were saying” she asks, her eyes traveling down to the obvious bulge in my pants. “I guess I’ve got a little sumpin, sumpin left in me” I say with a grin. With that she takes me by the hand and beckons me to follow her. Obediently, without hesitation I fall in step behind her, eyes glued to her perfectly shaped round ass. Suddenly she stops, whips around and faces me. “Wait a minute” she says, eyeing me suspiciously. “What now!?” I ask exasperated. “Empty out your pockets” she orders me. “Wh…what?” I stammer with a confused look on my face. “You heard me. Give em up” she says holding out her hand. After a momentary pause I reluctantly reach into my pocket and pull out the dozen or so numbers that I had collected at the club and place them into her hand. “I was gonna throw them away” I try to explain. “Yeah, yeah, sure you were” she replies. “I’m serious. I was”. “Mmm hmm. Come on Mr. player man. We’d better let you get started cause you’ve got a lot of apologizing to do”. It took me until damn near sunrise to properly earn her forgiveness. Sometime between her fourth or fifth orgasm she finally gave in. Let me tell you, it was one hell of a way to start the New Year.
© Micah Antony Mccray
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